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Irit Dekel – Lead Vocals, backing vocals
Eldad Zitrin – Music production&Arrangements, Lead Vocal (11), Backing vocals, Piano, Rhodes, Accordion (1,2,4,6,8,12) Acoustic Guitar (10,11) Programing, Synts.
Gilad Shmueli – Drums
Yochai cohen – Percussion (1,2,3,4,6,8,10,11)
Itamar doari – Percussion (7,9)
Nir Maimon – Programing&Synths (1,3,8) Electric Bass (8)
Amitai Parienta – Electric Bass (1,3) Upright Bass (10,11) Dobro Guitar (11)
Gilad Ephrat – Contrabass (1,2,4,6,8)
Omri Agmon – Electric Guitar (1,3,4,8,11) Acoustic Guitar (8)
Eyal Heller – Acoustic Guitar (5,11) Charango&Classic Guitar (6)
Dudu Tassa – Additional arrangements (3), Acoustic Guitar (3,11)
Alaev Family :
Alo Alaev – Vocals (3) Percussion (2,8)
Ariel Alaev – Accordion (2,4,8) Percussion (2,8)
Zvika Alaev – Percussion (2)
Amir Alaev – Kanoon (2,3,4,8,10) Percussion (2,8)
Aviva Alaev – Arab Violin (2,3,6,8)
Chen Shenhar, Nitzan Kanety, Galia Hai, Moshe Aharonov – Violin&Viola
Maya Belzitsman – Cello
Shachar Ziv – F Horn (1,4,10,11)
Eyal Sela – Turkish Clarinet (3) Clarinet (6) Bansuri (3,4,8) Ney (4,8) Flute (8)
Mark Eliyahu – Kamanche (4,7,8,9,10) Saz (8)
All music Recorded at “Zitrin Studio” by Eldad Zitrin, Tel Aviv 2012.
Drums, Strings and Aliav Family Recorded by Shai Sivan.
Piano and live recordings (7,9) recorded by Idan Kain.
Mixed at “Tantan Studio” By Aran Lavi
additional mixes by Daniel Brecher (6,11)
Mastered by John Davis at Metropolis Studios, London
Project Manager: Chaim Shemesh.
Director: Roy Eventov.
Editor: Guy Dayan.
Production: Jude Cohen & Tal Mandel YD productions.
Photographer: Itay Gross.
Photographer assistant: Galeb Velkob.
Styling: Bat Chen fur.
Makeup: Yoni Shine.
PR: Moran Paz
© 2014 Neurato Investments S.a.r.l
Bette Midler | “The Rose”
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin’
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose.